Capt Eric May and the Ghost Troop, Who are they?

Does Christian Identity mean anything to you?

a reply to: S1LV3R4D0

RIP

Eric Holmes May died October 14, 2014 after a courageous 9-year fight against service-connected ALS, with Gretchen holding his hand. He gave his life for his country.

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Here we go...

I know this topic is a decade old.... but hell, I just found it.

Captain Eric H May is my Uncle. True Story.
His sister, Melody, is my mother.
I'm sorry to say that ALS won a victory in 2014 and took his life.

Look, i don't know much about his career. But I knew the man himself, if you guys have questions.

For instance. A lot of people don't know that he was EXTREMELY fluent in German, Russian, and Spanish. That he knew something like 10 different forms of martial arts (at least, that's what he told all us kids).
Super Smart. Naturally curly hair. Real deep and strong voice. Mom didn't let him smoke his pipe in the house.

I'll try to find some pictures for proof... but I warn you, I'm 31 now... I don't think I have any pictures newer than, say, a decade and a half ago... But hell, I can try.

originally posted by: Kester
a reply to: S1LV3R4D0

RIP

Eric Holmes May died October 14, 2014 after a courageous 9-year fight against service-connected ALS, with Gretchen holding his hand. He gave his life for his country.

educate-yourself.org...

Yeah Aunt Gretchen went kinda crazy.....

a reply to: jmadams85

My question is, did he want to inspire people?

His writing was my strongest motivation.

The most successful political action I completed was only possible through his example.

a reply to: Kester

Sorry for the late response, Ladies and gents. I didn't think anyone would see my reply at all.

Look... I'll be honest.... The Eric May you guys know of... is not the Uncle Eric I know.

The Uncle Eric I knew was a hard and strict man. I saw him on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I remember he would take us all out (you have NO IDEA how many nephews and nieces that dude had) into the front yard and grab a giant staff and start impressing the hell outta all of us with all the neat moves he could do with it.

I remember, when my Uncle Rick (not to be confused with Uncle Eric) died, I remember my Uncle showed up in his class A's and spoke. I don't mean to tarnish anyone's view of the man... so let me say right here and now that everything Uncle Eric wrote... every word that inspired you... it's all true. He truly believed it all... But the man was a HUGE liar.... and he couldn't go two weeks without cheating on one of his wives.

I remember going over to his place with mom to visit my cousins. Aunt Janet (his first wife) and mom stayed in the living room and chit chatted while my sister and I went to our cousins room to play or make music or whatever a 9 year old does.
few hours pass, and the front door slams open and closed. In rushes Uncle Eric, his arms FILLED with rolls and rolls of foil. He forced me (since I was the only other male in the house) to help him literally drape foil over all the windows. We then, all of us, mom, my sister, his daughter, his wife, and him, had to put the foil on our heads. I'm not at all lying. He said satellites were watching and we needed to leave the country now. like RIGHT EFFING NOW.
Mom grabbed me and my sister by the hand and we went home.

Uncle Eric disappeared for a few years.

When he reappeared, Janet had had another child, a boy this time. Cool kid. I taught him the ins and outs of video games. Aunt Janet still "hates" me for it to this day. lol

Soon after his reappearance, like, very soon, Janet had had enough of the cheating and philandering and left him. My uncle hit a downward spiral. He would drink and drink and drink and talk about how horrible Clinton was for this country.

Then I joined the military and, other than one isolated incident, didn't see him again until after his diagnosis.

I went in as a 74D. A Chemical, Biological, Radiological, Nuclear specialist. Sound familiar?

I went home for Christmas from Basic Training and, there, sitting on my mother's couch, was my Uncle Eric and his new-ish wife Gretchen (I saw new-ish because I'm not exactly sure when they got married. After the 2nd or third wife, we all kinda stopped paying attention). This was weird in and of itself. My mother and her siblings... simply.... DO NOT get along. And they never have. I can count on one hand the number of conversations I've had with my Uncle Phillip, for instance, all because of the feuding.
I went through the rounds of greetings. Bragged about my training. blah blah blah.
Uncle Eric asked what my MOS was and I told him. He went pale white, grabbed me by the arm, and rushed me outside. He wasnted to know who my commanding officer was, my first sergeant, my command sergeant major. (I didn't know. I was still in training) He wanted to know everything. Every god damn thing he could. Then he stated that he was going to do all he could to get me reclassed.

I found out that week that he had been diagnosed with ALS and thought it was a direct result of his MOS, which was a downgraded version of mine. I'll admit, I was a little worried. I mean... not only was my uncle very nearly the same MOS as I was... but now he has a death sentence... and he swears up and down it was BECAUSE of his MOS.

A year went by... I came home for christmas... Uncle Eric couldn't hold a gallon jug of milk, he was so week. But say what you want about the man, he was strong willed. And stubborn.

All my life, my mother and uncles and aunt had fought. I hadn't seen them in the same room together for years. since I was a kid during thanksgiving at Grandmas. But I walked into that house... and everyone.... and I mean EVERYONE.... was there.
My Aunt April with her 6 kids. two of which had a kid or two of their own. Uncle Erics two kids. Uncle Phillip. Grandma. Family members I hadn't seen that had moved to Europe.
Never in my life had I seen my uncle so kind and gentle. with a smile on his face.
I feel I've painted him in a bad light. I say he was strict and hard. And he was. But those are not necessarily bad qualities. My uncle was crazy. Totally insane. He said once that he no longer thought it was his MOS... but he truly believed that George W Bush himself spiked his coffee with ALS.... with his own hand. The man had issues.
But... I didn't care. i couldn't get all those early memories out of my head. He had the May deepened voice. A voice that sounded like it could shatter mountains. He had those damn vampire ears and smoked that great pipe that always smelled so good. He impressed me with his knowledge of combat and foreign languages.

Yes, I think it's safe to say that not only did I idolize my Uncle (the non crazy side of him, anyway).... but I really did want to be just like him when I grew up.

Which is why it was so ironic that I join the same MOS he was without even knowing.

I didn't see him again until he was permanently in the hospital and could hardly talk. My mother had just gotten married to my step father (great dude) and I, apparently, gave one helluva toast at the wedding. (Not to toot my own horn, but I kinda have a way with words.)
After... like, that day, my mother, grandmother, new step-papa, and I all went to.... dammit where was he... memorial? I don't remember. We all went to the hospital and spent time with him. My step father and I worked his legs so his muscles wouldn't get stiff. And all he wanted to talk about was the wedding.
My mother said I gave a toast. Someone had recorded it on their phone. They showed Uncle Eric the video and he looked at me and smiled.

The next time I saw him was at his funeral.
Everyone was there, too. Even my Aunt Janet who I hadn't seen in a decade or more.

I don't know if any of you knew him. And if you did, I don't know for how long. And I do not mean to tarnish any opinions or views of my Uncle that you have. Absolutely not my intent.
But this is who I knew. This is who my uncle was. The entire family, whenever my uncle Eric came up in conversation, the word "Crazy" wasn't too far behind. The man was hard. Strict. An asshole. a cheater. a liar.
I'm sure he loved his family, but there were things far more important.

But I didn't care. that was my Uncle. and I loved him.


I told my sister about this thread. sent her the link and everything. hopefully, we can hear from her soon, too.

Again... and please believe me when I say this. My intent here is not to change minds. My Uncle inspired you, I see nothing wrong with that. I just wanted you to know the side of a man you never saw.

I'm gonna get some pics from Mom of Uncle Eric in his private life and share a few. so... look forward to that.

a reply to: jmadams85

Thank you for this. It seems to be the way. You have to be extreme to be extreme.